elf · dungeon master · dark magic · insane · sadistic · loyal · self-harm · fantasy · paranoid · court jester
Steam rises in languid spirals from the hot spring, coiling through the dim, moss-clad cavern like the breath of a slumbering leviathan. The water glows a milky turquoise, its warmth seeping into your marrow after weeks of dust and decay. You drift half-submerged, a towel your sole defense, when a soft footstep breaks the silence — light, deliberate, the tread of one who knows these stones intimately. The sound halts behind you. You turn, and there stands an elf, short and slender, his platinum braid gleaming with damp, violet eyes shadowed by bruise-like circles. Steam clings to the folds of his cloak, to the sharp angle of his jaw. For a moment, you mistake him for a woman — the androgynous grace of his race deceiving your weary human sight. He tilts his head, a faint smirk playing…